Long Sexuality Poems
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Animistic
animated health
designing intelligence,
dynamically changing
emerging PoliCulture's wealth
Is rooted in economic
and political experiential consciousness
derived from,
and arriving for,
integral EarthTribe's
bihemispheric balancing win to win patterns
tipping forward progressive
democratically yintegral,
not so much autocratic yanged out,
healthy process
Defining/refining
both/and equivocating perceptions
of empowering/enlightening health risks
reconnecting/re-ligioning
secular/sacred EarthWealth,
indigenous wu-wei
Me/We nondualistic
nature/spirit
ego/ecosystemic ladder Poles
Transporting pokey
prickly powering spokes
to flow-hubbed nirvana
holonic ecofeminist Wholes
playing resilient win/win
inventive pro-life-ic EarthJust games
Robusty operas,
gracefilling choreography,
multicultural sexuality of good-sense humor
naturally indigenous ego systems
emerging from deep learning wisdom
Spiritual EarthMother
warm wombed centers
forward feeling
more than conserving backward
win/lose constipating touch
ZeroSum repetitive competitive
PatriCapitalist overpowering
Earth's Great Turning Communion,
poli-cultural
meta-phonic
Me-We wu-wei
healthing EarthClimate
restoring, not cancelling,
cultural wealth
Of polypathic
polymathic
polyphonic
polyvagal
polynomial
win/win polycultural patterns
Redesigning health
resiliently cultured
intelligent climate wealth
Animistic yintegrity
animated Yang spoke
pregnantly changing holonic hubs
emerging MeWe Woke.
Secularization of nature
begets secular demotion of sex
rewinds reminds reversing time
before Western therapists
of ego issues beget eco-healing medication
including secularizing meditation
into mind full of LeftBrain dominant
patriarchal capitalization,
commercially marketed commodification
of what were once more private worship services.
Reducing sexual cooperative co-investments
to merely natural reproductive lust
or untouched genital bust
is a LeftBrain reductive Nature v Spirit sin
against Holonic Animus Mundi,
EcoWomanist Yintegral Flow
of open nonverbal
bilateral ego/ecosystemic
co-empathic
co-binary Holonic Nature/Spirit
ego/eco-binding attachment feelings
Divine climaxing integrity
and humane humbling memories
of fully engaged authenticity
mirrored in our Yang/Yintegral reconnecting
remembering
re-imaging sexual activity
of sacred Muses
embodied music and rhythmic dance,
fractal
frictive
flowing sexuality.
Sexy
jazzy
gospel good authenticating news
could reduce secularizing
traumatic
reductive
estranged stress disorders,
negative pathology,
unhealthy lack of democratic synergy
spiritually re-natured energy
mindful sacred/secular
inductive/deductive integrity.
We created this stereotype,
About identities and sexuality.
Can't you see, that's private to me.
Sex is a Sacred unity, combining you and me.
Spiritually sharing our energy,
In secrecy, only GOD can see.
Think it matters you approve of my identity,
Or that you gave a month for all to see.
Like they should be looked at differently.
Its a reality lived daily by so many,
And to parade around sexuality seems silly,
Adding confusion to our identity.
And why?
So we can stand pridefully,
In our broken society.
While so many go hungry,
We keep on selfishly.
"Hey you! Look at Me!"
Let me flash my personality.
Don't worry about homeless Harry,
He's scary, he may hurt me,
Not my responsibility.
Where's the Morality?
Who cares about identity or sexuality,
The world is falling from our feet.
A distraction so discrete, so full of deceit,
Cant you see?
The labels dividing you and me.
Bringing chaos to society.
Watching the news, to see a robbery,
Or a dead body, wars in other countries,
Only to comfort our own insecurities.
Blinded by the part we play,
As the FEAR keeps you at bay.
Who cares if You're Gay,
Or want to experiment someday.
Identify as a food tray,
That'll drive them away.
Lets take a stance,
Give this world a chance.
Go out, Make a difference.
We dance around identity.
While they rob our connectivity,
Confusing who we truly see.
Not The ONE we're here to be,
Staring back through you and me.
Through love unconditionally,
We will finally see,
The greatness in Humanity.
Escape your captivity,
Of how people think of thee,
We are all here collectively.
FEAR and HATE being thrown in our face,
Over running our LOVE and GRACE.
We're all stuck in this Rat Race,
A slave to its pace.
Unaware, The treasure that awaits,
When we can drop the labels,
And live together as a RACE.
Let's take a month of AWARENESS,
and put it in it's place.
It's a disgrace,
Throwing sexuality in our face.
Sincerely,
The ENERGY, running through you and me.
She slips quietly into the semi-circle of the grotto,
reverently lights a votive candle.
A pretty girl, her form drags my eyes
away from the plaster virgin
into a carnal daydream.
She does the whole Catholic thing,
and every ritual gesture seems natural.
Rosary beads guide her fingers,
as she knits the face of Jesus perhaps
or her boyfriend - hard to tell.
As she intones, her body
flows around my half-shut eyes.
I am drawn to her naive sexuality.
When I look again, she is crying
(some loved one badly needs her prayers).
Her passionate supplications are oblivious
to voyeuristic scrutiny. She and the virgin Mary
seem magnified within a small halo of light.
I check myself to see if I am shrinking –
I am.
Bastard! I thought.
I expect The Holy Mother of God
agreed.
Scales hardened over her skin
a condition called ichthyosis vulgaris
ik-thee-O-sis vul-Ga-ris
fish disease
(the ‘vulgar’ means ordinary
but at its worst
it is far from common).
She bled where the plaques chipped and cracked,
she leaked oils, but could not sweat enough.
She existed on her own sunbaked beach
gasping for breath.
She was a salmon fisher once
before she was encased in Piscean plates.
(The root of the word salmon
is ‘salvo’ meaning, to ‘leap’),
and indeed
for years she had tried to jump out of her skin.
One night
an easterly wind
brought a silver-eyed fisherman
to her breach.
In the swaying dark
he laid her down.
She suffered him to scrape
the arid scabs from her
with his skinning blade, hooked like a gaff.
He was exquisitely skilled,
gentle even.
Slowly he skived her sheath,
left her
glowing and wet,
beautiful and supple
on a heap of husks.
There beside the pitching surf
they made love.
Later,
he watched
as she swam away.
(The ichthys fish symbol
is older than history,
sea goddesses
claim it
as a symbol
of sexuality and rebirth).
Prologue in BrideVoice
Let Him kiss me
with his patriarchal
predative
straight white monotheistic mouth.
His Yang passion
is more blissful than intoxicating wine;
delicate
elegant
integral in fragrance
of his scent,
His rich capital name
is a regenerating wet
warm oil poured
spasmodically out
and that is why
WoMan loves divine Man.
Lead me in your sacred footsteps,
let us run together.
EmPowering Yang has seduced me
into his unenlightened bedroom;
Sacred Integrity will become our wombed joy
and our climatic gladness.
WoMen shall praise your co-passion
more widely
and deeply than exotic
darkly erotic wine;
How right[brain]
we feel
and fail
to co-passion left
with only Us.
LOVE
I start licking YOUR warmth YOUR taste tingles my tongue
YOUR satisfaction has begun
How could I call myself a man ; If I can not satisfy YOUR desires
Entwined in LOVE Lost in lust
Together we dance in the solitude of True Sexuality
I enter gently the moisture of YOUR LOVE
Enveloped in the rhythm of A Heavenly Song
YOUR eyes whisper I LOVE YOU
I pledge Forever with my eyes
The crescendo of our Loving peaks to climax
The bliss of ****** complete
My Heart and Soul request REPEAT
Dedicated To My LOVE Barbara Jean Gorelick
Author's note : I Apologize if this POEM offends any of my Family POETS
Human made love sinful beauty of body
Soul given to creator while lust craves instincts
Sleek curves devour thirst to complexity
Mankind search origin of dawn's existence
Unto earth's formation; from depths with seed,
emotions, beauty's passion eyes forever see
Separate pure from evil plagues my heart
Where hence come such pleasure of flesh,
veins pump so fiercely rising to peak
Beast feeds the blood washed beneath feet
Dark words for darkness that does not sleep
Sexuality complexity, love's bond man and woman
Know who's right, isn't one sexuality complexity
Love, it's what makes world go round
Unity; soul meant to love all things living
I had reoccurring dreams about being famous…
I’m afraid I’ll end up like those celebrities
I watched videos about fame, got me anxious
I’m praying for my poor, poor soul at ease
God, be with me!
I wanna be free!
Don’t know how to live in the now
Somehow, be taking a godly vow
God, be with me!
God, that’s my plea!
Don’t know how to live life
Faced with peace and strife
God, be with me!
Life cuts me like a knife,
Prayed I have a winsome wife
God, be with me!
God, be with me!
Faced difficulties about my sexuality in the past
This ache inside got me hurt many times before
As I look upon my future, going way too fast
Cast away my anxieties and give me passion to the core
God be with me!
I wanna be free!
Don’t know how to live in the now
Somehow, be taking a godly vow
God, be with me!
God, that’s my plea!
Don’t know how to live life
Faced with peace and strife
God, be with me!
Life cuts me like a knife,
Prayed I have a winsome wife
God, be with me!
God, be with me!
Woke up at 3 AM, hoping this feeling inside don’t last long
Hope I can be free like Jerasulem as I keep on singing this song!
Egypt on my mind, constantly in captivity
Like this society that won’t let me be free
God, be with me!
I wanna be free!
Don’t know how to live in the now
Somehow, be taking a godly vow
God, be with me!
God, that’s my plea!
Don’t know how to live life
Faced with peace and strife
God, be with me!
Life cuts me like a knife,
Prayed I have a winsome wife
God, be with me!
God, be with me!
Don’t know how to live in the now
Somehow, be taking a godly vow
God, be with me!
God, be with me!
God, be with me!
Father, please…
Put me at ease…
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/La_Maja_desnuda#/media/File:Goya_Maja_naga2.jpg
The Prado in Madrid
a cool tent of marble
set back from the Retiro Park.
I have come
to see the gypsy girl.
Goya painted her twice.
Maja Desnuda is her soul
the other, the clothed version,
only a mannequin.
She is not shy,
though she reclines naively
adopting a position
of demure sexuality,
a gauche enticement.
Her eyes are calculating,
perhaps she is figuring
her pay by the hour?
I stand as near to her
as Goya would have.
I feel the space between us-
it is pressed and curved
like the tip of a brush.
Her belly button is inwards;
running vertically from it
a line of fine hair,
a genitive gravity
that leads the eye downward
to her womanhood.
A less uncompromising artist
would not have painted
that delicate trail
yet it is his master stroke,
he has set a lioness
into a purse of flesh.
A finger points to a moon
that only gypsies can read
from the dark surface
of this world.